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>Please send all of your creative ways of doing things to "There!" Dwerzil hit the button and sent the electronic message whizzing through cyberspace, then turned to gloat. "Soon we shall have many replies to our query, Time Lord! Then you will see how 'creative' we Imitons can be!! The Doctor, unassuming, dark-haired, and securely strapped to the interrogation bed, smiled politely as his female companion, tied down to the bed next to him, sent him an incredulous look. He shrugged gamely. "Well... Should be interesting, anyway." | ||||